Kansas

The girl whose mind spun at the speed of a tornado,
enveloping everything in its path.
Sweeping it up and spitting it out.
Waited
Impatiently
For the slow girl.
The one whose thoughts and words formed as though each one
had to pass through its chocolate dip and sprinkles, and dry
before they came to the table.
And even then they were messy.
But they left a sweet taste.
Unlike the mad twirling whirlygig.